"I taste iron."

Oct 27, 2008 14:58

It's Red Ribbon Week this week. The SADD team was at the doors this morning, greeting people and handing out red ribbon pins. I thought I should probably get a red ribbon, since, you know, I'm on the team, but I made a game out of avoiding them anyway and was proud when I succeeded.

English- Read aloud from The Iliad all hour. I'm dreading having to actually write a serious essay in a couple of days. Why didn't I take a blow-off class?

Modern Film & Lit- I handed in my first two genres for that goddamn project. I didn't want to staple them as they were because I'd still need to re-arrange them for the final draft, but when I tried to explain this to Mr. Phil, he had me turn in the one but set the other in the top drawer of the desk so it wouldn't get wrecked. I'm thinking I might have to talk to Mrs. S tomorrow so she doesn't end up accidentally throwing it out or something. Christ.

Mr. Phil talked the class out of watching Young Frankenstein and into watching Shaun of the Dead because he obviously wanted to see that movie more. I can't tell you how many times he's brought up zombie movies this year. Give. it. a. break. you. loser.

He's probably squeeing right now over the Halloween lj layout. :X

Newspaper- TODAY IS NOT THE DAY TO TELL US YOU DON'T HAVE A PICTURE FOR YOUR ARTICLE, TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE. Please, please say this gets easier as the year goes on. Right now Krystal and I are clinging for dear life to all that Jesse taught us last year. It's as if he left behind a religion.

You must ask yourself: what would Jesse do? We should all refer to The Style Guide According to Jesse, written by Him.

Everything has to be sent out tomorrow. It's going to look like shit.

Lunch- I had my lunch upstairs with Krystal while we tried to work our our pages a bit more, although, it's not really our pages that I'm worried about.

I barely ate anything.

Psychology- I was originally planning on keeping the Playdoh from my brain project for future use, but now I'm thinking I should probably pitch it if/when I get it back.

Mr. Bailey: "Annie! Your brother miss his Playdoh yet?"
Me: What? "No."
Mr. Bailey: "Good, because I'm not done with it yet."

Ok.

I didn't think about it until afterward, but how did he know I had a brother, let alone a younger one (if only by three years)? A lucky guess, maybe? Am I missing something?

One of the girls in my class was out today because she had to babysit her toddler niece. She stopped by about halfway through class, though, to pick up the assignment with the kid on her hip. I was surprised how nice and well-behaved Mr. Bailey was around the little girl, but as soon as they left he was back to his usual self.

He got talking about how people probably think that's her kid because she's carrying it around, and how he once saw a "Babies Having Babies" program on 60 Minutes about teenagers wanting to get pregnant. I hadn't seen that one in particular, but I've heard the story before so I knew what he was talking about. Still, the title "Babies Having Babies" just reminded me of Karl Pilkington.

"You look a bit pregnant."

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Pre-Calc- Mr. T spent too much time reviewing so almost no one finished their test. I was this close to turning mine in when I realized I missed a negative sign somewhere, and I went to confirm my answer, -2.9, and I ended up with something like -15.345028452341 and I was like FUCK, so I wrote "Not finished" at top and I'll have to work on it Wednesday.

Spanish- It's common practice to deny having a quiz they day of, but in Spanish I'm convinced that most of the kids genuinely forget. In these situations, Mr. E usually turns to me and asks if I remember him mentioning a quiz, because he knows I won't lie, and I always say that I do. I might get a couple freshmen that glare at me or call me bad or whatever, but Mr. E > underclassmen, so it's no contest.

Of course, if he believes the class I don't say anything. I'm a suck-up, not a tattle tale. I have a code. :)

Out of sympathy, he gave us 10 minutes to study anyway. Most of us just sat there. One kid brought to attention Mr. E's bleeding lip.

Kid: "Hey, what happened to your lip?"
Mr. E: [wipes mouth with his hand] "Is it that noticeable?"
Kid: "What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Mr. E: "No. Get to work."
Kid: "What did the other person look like?"
Kid 2: "Yeah, what happened?"
Mr. E: "The bleeding actually stopped on Sunday..."
Kid: "Tell us!"
Kid 3: "Will you tell us after the quiz?"
Mr. E: [pause] "Sí."

See, I hate when teachers do that, though. First of all, I know they're just hoping we forget. And even if we do remember, they will have had all that time to make up an excuse. Like, he told us he cut it shaving. No one believed him. xD

Every single thing we've done this year has been review from last year. Right now we're back to reviewing how to say what we like.

Mr. E: "Anne! ¿Te gusta tu clase de psicología?"
Me: "Uh... Sí, me gusta mi clase de psicología."
Mr. E: "Are you in psychology?"
Me: "Yeah."
Mr. E: "I thought you were someone who would take a psychology class."

What the hell! I'm sick of people assuming things about me and being right. xD

ricky gervais, angry, school, quotes, newspaper

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